allow me to confess to you the black moths that live inside my heart. they continue to flap their brittle little wings on the concave home of my identity. they struggle and survive with the weighted emotion of all that i feel at any given time. they wheeze and dance with the daylight that warms my skin and the moonlight electrifies them. these black moths are at home within me. they fight me and care for me and every once in a while they decide to care and love me, but either way, their are black moths that live inside my heart and to these and to them i confess their existence to you.